Song Hui stopped, but there was still no food.

Zhang Lingling said the same, spit on a nail, and never did anything to hit herself, so she established an unshakable absolute leadership position at home.

Song Chunli looked at his son pitifully and wanted to help beg for two words, but looking at his wife's plain face, he only squirmed his lips, and he didn't say a word.

He gave his children an apologetic look.

It's a pity that because he has been used to it all year round, his facial muscles are almost rigid, and no matter what he does, his expression will be greatly reduced, not to mention this kind of vague hint, the effect is almost nothing.

Song Hui's sister and brother didn't receive their father's intention to defend at all, one ran away angrily, slammed the door to let go, and the other was cold and drooping, concentrating on cooking silently, nothing is as good as filling his stomach.

Zhang Lingling glanced at Song Chunli lightly, but still didn't speak.

She doesn't like talking during meals.

Or, in other words, she doesn't like to talk loudly unless she has to, and wants everything to be quiet and orderly.

This may be a habit she developed in prison, and she has no intention of changing it.

Song Chunli was also panicked in his heart when she looked at her, put away those insignificant thoughts, and silently bowed his head to eat.

The atmosphere in the room is quiet, only the slight sound of chewing, and the movement of chopsticks touching the dishes, not dull, revealing a faint breath of life.

Zhang Tiezhu ate very quickly, except for letting his niece who had been doing well recently when he started the meal, and there was no other words, he had already added three bowls of rice in a short time, eliminated most of the pot of stewed vermicelli with stick bones, and wiped his mouth, which was considered full.

Zhang Lingling eats very modestly, chewing slowly, not fast or slow, seeing that he finished eating, he also poured a cup of tea for his eldest brother to eat.

Brother Song Pandi deliberately slowed down, just put down the chopsticks with her uncle, she had something to say.

Song Chunli saw that several people were not eating, and after asking, he moved the vegetable bowl to himself, planning to mix all the leftovers and soup into his bowl and eat it. Beauty Nest

He used to clean up the bottom of the plate, and he did it very well after decades of old habits.

Song Pandi glanced at him with disgust, and secretly scolded the starving ghost for being reincarnated, unable to get on the stage, and embarrassing her.

Zhang Lingling coldly put down the next sentence:

"Leave a bite for Song Hui. ”

Song Chunli's movements froze, and then his face turned red!

He is a father, and he doesn't care about leaving a bite to eat for his own son who hasn't eaten, but he wants his stepmother to remind him, shame!

He opened his mouth to argue, he is not the kind of father who has no conscience, otherwise why would he take all the children in front of him back to support him? Zhang Lingling is not unable to give birth.

But he was already stupid, and he was embarrassed at this time, his brain couldn't move, his tongue was like a knot, and he couldn't say a word.

Song Pandi looked at him with a stupid bear appearance and became even more angry, and directly snatched the remaining vegetable bowl and slammed it on the table angrily.

"You haven't eaten yet, hurry, you're the most abrasive. ”

Zhang Tiezhu couldn't look at it, frowned and said to her:

"How do you talk to your father?"

This is still in front of the guests, there is no respect for the pro-Lao Tzu, the old Song family's teaching is really not good, what are the two children taught!

It's just that it's hard for his sister.

The two children don't even pay attention to their father, can they still be expected to be truly filial to their stepmother in the future?

No, he still has to persuade his sister again, he has to give birth to his own child in this life, and his own child can be relied on.